Natsu's POV

I woke up the next morning fresh as a daisy.

And by fresh, I mean I could barely keep my eyes open without being succumbed to the demonic streams of sunshine peeking through the window and kissing my face.

I laid there, on the floor, contemplating life.

Here I was, head pounding, curling up on a non-vacuumed carpet, in some stranger's house, feeling like I was about to throw up.

Somehow I convinced myself to sit up and view my surroundings. There wasn't any loud voices coming from anywhere, which was a major plus. I just prayed someone hadn't written on my face with Sharpie pens and that my atrocious headache would pass already.

Stumbling a bit but overall vertical, I managed to stand up and push open the French doors to the main greeting-area room. The house was literally trashed- cups, clothes, food crumbs, everything was littered on the floor and the furniture.

I could hear faint talking from upstairs. I think I made out two voices, both teenage males.

Going against my proper judgement and everything I had been taught as a child, I curiously wandered up the spiral staircase to find the source of the noise.

"No, all I'm saying is, they could've at least been considerate afterwards and thrown the rubber out," One voice complained.

"You'd think that after throwing this dumb party of yours for several years, you'd be used to seeing condoms by now," The other one chided.

I clamped my hand over my mouth, trying not to laugh. I continued to listen, peeking inside the room. A well-built, white-haired teen was staring in disgust at a used condom between his thumb and forefinger.

"Here, just put it in the trash bag already," The other male, a bluish-black-haired, younger guy said, holding out a trash can.

"Ugh, teenagers. They need to keep it in their pants," The older one grumbled, throwing it in the bag. I couldn't hold back my snicker in time, and they both whirled around.

"What are you doing in our house?" They shouted simultaneously, jumping two feet in the air.

"God, please don't yell," I rubbed my temples. "I just woke up here. My friend ditched me and I drank like nine of those soda thingies," I explained calmly, watching as they shared an eyeball-popping-out look.

"We didn't ask for your life story," The younger one crossed his arms. "Now leave."

"Jesus, Gray, don't be a prick. Wait, did you say nine Red Heavens? Most people pass out after two!" The other one, whom I didn't know the name of, ogled me.

"Yeah, nine. How the hell did you make those? They're delicious," I managed a smile, resulting in making my head throb more.

"Like, an entire bag of sugar, and alcohol?" Gray explained condescendingly. "You're a moron."

"Gray, hold your tongue already!"

Gray frowned and crossed his arms, leaving the room to go pick up more trash.

"Sorry for my brother. He's just in a bad mood because he doesn't respect our party image," The guy laughted, sticking his hand out. I'm Lyon, nice to meet you."

I shook it, feeling slightly intimidated. "Nice to meet you too. Sorry for accidentally staying here, I conked out in some office and now I feel like shit. As a sort of a way of me saying sorry, can I help you clean up?" I offered, smiling weakly.

"Considering our mom will be back tonight and the house looks like a pigsty, I'll definitely be taking you up on that offer," Lyon nodded enthusiastically. He grabbed another garbage back and thrusted it in my hands. "Here you go, um..."

"Natsu."

"Natsu, right. Okay, Natsu, you ready to get dirty?" Lyon smirked at his own innunendo. I scoffed, rolled my eyes, and pushed the sleeves of my jacket up. The room we were in seemed to be a guest room of some sort, and it was practically clean, it just needed a bit of vacuuming and fixing the bed and it'd be fine.

I put an empty bag of chips in the garbage bag and we moved onto another room, where Gray was lying face-down on his bed, eyes trained on a TV screen. He was playing Halo and totally doing it wrong.

"Gray! Would you stop being a lazy-butt and help us before Mom comes home and flips her shit?" Lyon demanded, sounding eerily like a father. He looked about five years older so that obviously wasn't true. Plus he made it clear they were brothers... oh, shut it, Natsu.

"You know, you're doing it totally wrong," I advised. "You're totally out in the open and you're reloading way too quickly."

"Oh, yeah, Mr. Big Shot? Why don't you show me how it's done then?" He kept his eyes on the screen but threw a PS3 controller my way anyway. I caught it, almost dropping it, and flopped on the floor at the foot of his bed.

"Natsu...!" Lyon whined. "Not you too!"

I pressed the activation button on the center of the controller (thats on XBox but idk about the PS3 idc just pretend ok?), logged onto the game, and waited for him to set up two-player.

"Sorry," I sent a sheepish smile Lyon's way. "I'll be there in two seconds, after I cream this guy," I promised him that with a cocky attitude, but I knew I'd win. I never lose.

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"God damn it!"

"Well, that's what you get for trash talking the master," Gray smirked, rolling over and sliding off the bed, grinning a triumphant, upside-down smile at me. My eyes were ogling the screen, which showed his impressive stats.

"Level 122? Are you kidding me?" I gently set the controller down and groaned, flopping my head to the side and heaving an angry sigh of defeat. I opened my scrunched-shut eyes and came face to face with the stranger, legitimately inches away from his face- his mouth.

I shot backwards, nearly hitting my head on the foot board. "I'll beat you next time," I vowed, hiding my face and reaching for my disgarded garbage bag. "Are you going to come help clean?"

"Sure, I guess," Gray slid off his bed and shut off his television and Playstation set. He followed me out of his bedroom, which was surprisingly clean- he must've locked it or something- and I trailed behind him to the downstairs, where the blaring sounds of Lyon vacuuming echoed through the house.

"We have returned," Gray announced, stretching his arms out proudly. Lyon threw a duster at his face.

"Make yourself useful and go dust Mom's study. If something in there is broken, you can literally guarantee our deaths," Lyon commanded. "Please," He added on after pausing a moment.

Gray grumbled something and nodded, disappearing around the corner. "I'll just pick up all the trash and straighten stuff out," I offered without him asking. Lyon agreed, thanking me.

I moved around everywhere downstairs, throwing every piece of trash in my bag. I found two discarded bras, crumbs sprinkled across the floor, and the furniture discombobulated. I got on my hands and knees and picked off sticky, hard candy off the carpet. Then I fixed and straightened the throw pillows and cleaned off the countertops with a sponge.

I was vaccuming with Lyon nearby putting away the dishes when Gray returned, staring intensly at a slightly-crumpled piece of computer paper. When he saw me looking at him with interest, he waved the paper in front of him.

"I found this, it has your name on it. Thought you'd like to see," He explained the unanswered question. I snatched the paper away from his hands and peered at the parchment. In awful handwriting that resembled the sloppier version of mine, was a list.

20 Things I Want To Do Before Gratsuation: By Natsu Dragneel

1. Get a complete makeover.

2. Do something nice for a stranger.

3. Make an A on a super hard test.

4.Throw a wild party and be remembered for it.

5. Be a matchmaker.

6. Stay up all night.

7. Pull a really, really, funny prank.

8. Win a carnival game (and give the prize to someone special!)

9. Take a cooking class.

10. Spend an entire day outside.

11. Go skinny dipping.

12. Do something spontaneous.

13. Go scuba diving and see marine life up close.

14. Dance and share a kiss in the rain.

15. Stand up for something I believe in.

16.Go stargazing.

17. Sing to an audience (and do well!)

18. Go on a road trip with no itinerary.

19. Conquer my biggest fear.

20. Fall in love.

"What the hell is this?" I looked up at him irritably. Gray crossed his arms, jutting his hip out slightly, and smirked.

"Well sweets, I'm no genius, but it looks like drunk you made a bucket list."

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A/N: Weeeellll... I didn't want to end this right here but I really needed to update!! So the Drunk List has been formed! Yay!

Thoughts on Gray? Lyon?

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